When I was young I would dream
visions of hope, for me it seemed...
Beautiful things I was sure would be,
romantic tales and sailing the seas.
Life was a wonderful thing to live.
Puppies with a lot of love to give.
Rivers were places to fish all day.
Soldiers were heroes... seemed that way.
Cowboys and Indians, creatures on Mars.
Visions of spaceships exploring the stars.
Life was hope with dreams to explore.
Falling in love... was forever more.
Somehow dreams would fade away
and tomorrows have become today.
Things have changed, life it seems
is beyond the realm of dreams.
Perhaps with hope, there may be
brighter tomorrows for all to see.
Hope has faded in the past it seems.
Then heroes emerge... fulfilling dreams.
